Love or its loss is found among the mundane, everyday things. It speaks through the most ordinary objects about two people very close. Here’s a love poem by Mallika, for Different Truths.
A cleaning spree, some dusty memories found in a drawer of the bedside table. A cluster of things, mostly bills , old prescriptions , warranty cards , this and that bits of our humdrum life randomly lying.
I sort them with deft hands crumpled pieces of paper, grown useless with time mostly to be trashed, like our rambling conversation on etcetera, etcetera during these togetherness years while the silence , neatly folded in between the words,
actually hold us.
Mallika did her post graduation in English from Calcutta University. She is fond of reading. She composes poems and has contributed to online poetry groups. She is deeply interested music, cooking and travelling. Mallika runs an event management company with her husband.Historical places enchants her. She lives in Kolkata, India with her husband and two sons.